Recipe 2

Damjonboi

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Count that shit up, hurry up, hurry up

Goddamn, you takin' all goddamn day

Count that shit fast

Don't play with it, woo

If it came down to it, I'd pick the money over you

I'd pick the drugs over you, I'd pick the plug over you

I'm lying, I'm in love with you, boo

I fell in love with the game, bitch fell in love with the food

I'ma let her take the bodeine right off the spoon

I done felt so much pain, you just can't see the wounds

It's gon' hurt for me to leave, dawg, but I gotta do it

I put them hitters on your neck, boy, just like a noose

I would give this bitch my all, dawg, but bitches be choosing

It's ups and downs in this shit, stack it up just to lose it

Would let you shoot the bag, but I don't like how you move it

I told the bitch just throw it back, yeah, that's how you do it

My slime just brought it back, we slap five to thumb through it

My hitter brazy, he come back and he say that's how you shoot it

When I sip the Hi-Tech, yeah, it keep me boolin'

I'm tryna dodge the hook while I'm driving on Coolidge

I mean driving on Boolidge

I hit the bitch on Tuesday, I think her name was Ruby

They wanna take these pictures, dawg, my life like a movie

When that stick get to flashing, dawg, that shit not a movie

Boy, you better move it

Got the automatic vert, dawg, I feel like Lil Uzi

She say, "I swear I love your songs, man, I feel like a groupie"

We gon' hustle wintertime, summertime, make a movie

If it came down to it, I'd pick the money over you

I'd pick the drugs over you, I'd pick the plug over you

I'm lying, I'm in love with you, boo

I fell in love with the game, bitch fell in love with the food

I'ma let her take the bodeine right off the spoon

I done felt so much pain, you just can't see the wounds

It's gon' hurt for me to leave, dawg, but I gotta do it

I put them hitters on your neck, boy, just like a noose

Man, I'll crash the whip, dawg, 'fore I spill the juice

I told her move her hands, nah, bitch, let me do it

We was skipping in the halls, you was a excellent student

Dawg, now you the shooter

I just talk what I seen, that's how I speak it so fluent

If you slip on the scene, you catch a fade like Lil Boosie

I'm in the MMG, got his hoes swimming to me

She want me to fly her out, but I need more than just pussy

Man, when it come down to it, it's 'bout the bag, yeah, the pros

Don't trust these bitches, they hoes

Don't let nobody see the load

Don't let nobody here know

That the money in the floor

I got a thirty in the pole

Hottest songs in the city, they ain't booking us for shows

Yeah, it's time for us to go

Yeah, it's time to hit the road

They don't want to let us in

Shit, it's time to kick the door (what's wrong?)

Boy